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In Anna's calm eyes, there was a hint of interest hidden—

Without a doubt, this was a challenge, one that even Anna had never attempted before. It could be said to be a challenge that might upend the fashion industry's traditional thinking.

It's well-known that shooting high-fashion magazine spreads is a daunting task, where models need to interpret and embody the soul of the clothing. Fortunately, the model is responsible for the performance, while the styling is handled by professionals. This is also the platform where fashion magazine editors showcase their talents.

Simply put, fashion magazines are considered trendsetters because those professional editors dictate what the public should wear, how to style it, and how to keep up with fashion trends.

The success of *Fashion* magazine stems precisely from Anna's keen sense of style.

But now?

Anna was giving the choice of styling to Anson, something that had never happened before. It was equivalent to handing over the core essence of a fashion magazine to the model himself.

Yet, this was exactly what Anna was attempting—

To showcase the real Anson.

Not just the Anson from *The New York Times* who rides a motorcycle to brunch, but also the Anson who just discussed how to imbue clothing with soul. More importantly, the Anson who blends fashion with personal charisma.

Of course, while the choices were Anson's, the final decision still lay with Anna.

The styling, accessories, and detail adjustments were still Anna's professional domain, refining Anson's choices. Anna wouldn't risk the reputation of *Fashion* magazine for a single feature; the final product's quality remained under her control.

However, Anna had even more ideas—

This was an opportunity, a chance to observe Anson up close, to see if he could be the key figure to change men's fashion trends.

And so.

With a flourish.

Anna opened up the entire warehouse before Anson's eyes. With a touch of mischief and curiosity, she was eager to see where this project would go.

For this ambitious challenge, *Fashion* magazine pulled out all the stops, even garnering support from *Fashion*'s French edition. It involved major sponsors and a series of independent designer brands, all aiming for the November issue.

If the results were impressive, Anna was even considering creating a series—

After all, with such a unique theme, focusing only on autumn/winter wear would be limiting. At the very least, a spring/summer edition should follow.

Now, it was up to Anson.

Anson was a bit stunned.

As mentioned before, Anson just had some personal ideas about fashion; he had never seen anything like this before. His wardrobe from two lifetimes combined wouldn't even make up half of what was before him—it was truly overwhelming.

So, where to start?

The confusion was only temporary. After taking a deep breath, Anson quickly regained his composure. Since he was here, he might as well treat it as a rare shopping experience.

With that mindset, he started to feel a subtle excitement.

Everyday autumn wear?

Anson liked autumn. Of all four seasons, autumn was often the most comfortable—not too hot, not too cold, not too humid, and not too dry. The crisp autumn weather was perfect for outdoor activities. Plus, autumn fashion allowed for more creativity; it wasn't as simple as summer nor as cumbersome as winter, offering plenty of room to express personal style.

If it were any other time, Anson would start with the top, picking a shirt to set the tone, then choosing matching pants, outerwear, and shoes. But with so many options in front of him, and the differences in shirt styles being relatively minor, it was hard to make a decision.

So, this time he decided to start with the jacket—

### A Deep Blue Bomber Jacket

Anson chose a deep blue bomber jacket. What made it stand out was its rare and striking color scheme—a bright, vivid orange used as accents.

The bright orange wasn't overwhelming, just small touches around the pockets, zippers, and collar as trim.

The understated jacket suddenly became luxurious.

With the jacket chosen, the rest of the styling was much simpler.

In no time, Anson had changed into his outfit and appeared before everyone.

Soft murmurs and whispers filled the air, a noticeable sense of awe and admiration gradually spreading.

He wore a pearl white shirt, black jeans, and deep blue combat boots. The ensemble was neat and tidy, with the shirt tucked into the waistband and all buttons fastened. The whole look was clean and crisp, with the real highlight being the tailored fit. The soft fabric perfectly outlined his physique and proportions, subtly exuding a rugged yet suave aura.

Then came the jacket.

In an instant, he transformed into someone wild.

Typically, when a man puts on formal wear, it brings out a mature, steady quality; but Anson somehow managed to retain a boyish innocence and simplicity. A touch of rebellion mixed with the carefree and exuberant vibe of youth—this unique blend of contrasting qualities made him stand out.

But even that wasn't the end.

Anson could be seen lingering around the accessories, finally choosing a woven narrow black tie. The knot displayed three colors: orange, blue, and dark green.

Anson tied the tie and then casually loosened the knot.

He turned around.

With a quick motion, he ran his fingers through his slightly tousled hair, sweeping the golden-brown strands back as they shimmered in the light. A gentle smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"Too bad there's no helmet here; otherwise, I'd be riding my motorcycle to meet some friends."

The studio fell silent.

At the moment Anson finished tying his tie, completing the final touch of his outfit, all the quiet chatter vanished. One by one, everyone stared in awe at the man before them.

Finally, they understood what Anson meant earlier:

It's the person who gives these fabrics a soul.

Before Anson put on these clothes, they didn't seem particularly special. But now, none of the fashion professionals in the room could take their eyes off him.

From *GQ* to the Emmys to the *Princess Diaries* premiere, the real focus had always been this man standing before them.

One moment, he was a refined scholar in a polka-dot shirt and sweater.

The next, he was a rebellious rock-and-roll biker in a white shirt and bomber jacket.

Completely different vibes seamlessly blended within the same person.

The discussions died down, leaving only the continuous buzz of thoughts in their minds.

Perhaps Anna was the only exception—her expression remained unchanged.

But in truth, Anna's gaze never left Anson for even a second. Among millions, there are a few individuals who, even when doing nothing, simply standing still, can effortlessly draw attention. They make even the most extravagant clothing seem secondary, breathing life into the fabric with their own presence.

Anson was one of them.

Anna felt a thrill of excitement, a feeling she hadn't experienced since discovering Kate Moss. In this young man before her, she saw potential; she saw the makings of a superstar.

Maybe, just maybe, men's fashion was on the verge of a significant turning point.